Chapter 137

A shiver ran down Lucas's back. He glanced toward the rear seat and explained nervously, "Sir, there was an urgent company matter I had to handle, so I couldn't accompany Miss Evelyn to the branch office. I did inform Mister Whitmore before leaving, and he confirmed Miss Evelyn insisted on bringing her own assistant."

Nathaniel's brow creased as he remained silent. Lucas couldn't decipher his boss's emotions from that impassive expression.

Cautiously, Lucas added, "I'll assign Miss Evelyn lighter duties starting tomorrow."

Still, Nathaniel showed no reaction. His voice was flat when he finally spoke. "Leave her be. If this is what she chose, let her experience it."

"Yes, sir," Lucas replied.

"Check Jonathan's gallery for any Vivian Sterling paintings. Purchase all available pieces. She wants them," Nathaniel ordered.

Lucas committed the task to memory. "Understood. I'll handle it immediately."

"Oh, and sir—Miss Amelia's treatment is concluding soon. She'll likely return next month."

Nathaniel's eyes darkened. He pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled. "Noted."

Relieved to escape reprimand, Lucas focused ahead until something caught his attention. "Sir, isn't that Miss Evelyn over there?"

Nathaniel's gaze followed Lucas's pointing finger.

There she was—Evelyn, alone at a street vendor, devouring a skewer of grilled meat.

'Is she just having dinner now?' Nathaniel thought, checking his watch.

Lucas signaled the driver to pull over. "Sir, the celebrity Evelyn's assisting is Cassandra Blackwood. Known for being exceptionally demanding and abusing her privileges. I suspect Miss Evelyn had no time to eat properly today."

Nathaniel's jaw tightened. "Bring her here."

"Yes, sir." Lucas stepped out but returned moments later, awkwardly bending to the window. "She says she's not finished eating and you should... 'go do whatever you want'. Her exact words."

Nathaniel's expression turned stormy. After a tense pause, he exited the vehicle himself.

Evelyn was sipping soda when Nathaniel's shadow fell over her. From his towering position, he might have resembled a loan shark if not for his striking features.

"Two more skewers, please!" Evelyn called to the vendor, completely ignoring him.

"I'm not hungry," Nathaniel stated coldly.

Evelyn looked up, amused. "Who said they're for you? I'm still starving!"

Nathaniel's lips pressed into a thin line.

His imposing presence created an awkward atmosphere around the humble food stall. Other customers gaped at the impeccably dressed executive standing beside plastic stools.

Evelyn's appetite visibly waned. "Either sit down and eat or stop looming over me like some grim reaper. You're ruining everyone's dinner."

Nathaniel's scowl deepened.

Meanwhile, Lucas watched in awe. In his decade of service, nobody had ever spoken to Nathaniel Grayson with such audacity.